The Toy
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The Toy
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What a slow
Familiar dream
I wake up
Laughing and drowning
From the boy
Crying and calling
'Cause the toy, in my hand
Is real
What a tomb
We're building here
In the sphere
That's where we all die
In the eye
That's where I'm living
The toy, in my hand
Is real
In the room
The warm hands play
On my breast
What is she singing?
This horror, ringing and ringing
'Cause the toy, in my hand
Is real
The toy, in my hand
Is real
Charcoal womb
The jet planes purr
And the cruel, distant is paid for
Children burn
Faceless paper
'Cause the toy, in my hand
Is real
'Cause the toy, in my hand
Is real
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Who performs "The Toy"?
Big Thief performs "The Toy", and this lyric page sits inside the Big Thief catalog on LyroVerse.
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